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I'm a little too tired; my joints ache a little too much. I'm anxious, and I can't breathe. I feel a constant edge between my thoughts and my movements, and I'm ready to feel it gauge into my flesh. I've done the worse - I've tasted the controversial. I'm a walking time bomb that's waiting to explode. Someone please stop me, because I cannot stop myself. My head is my worst enemy- my parents' worse nightmare.